Two-Thirds

...But that shirt. For a simple piece of 100% cotton, it surely has banged my heart around this week. It is entirely too concrete of a reminder for me. It hangs in my laundry room at this very minute, freshly laundered and ready to be worn on the back of my lanky boy. And every time I walk past it, I swear, I think I hear a clock ticking. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Two-thirds. Two-thirds... {read the whole post at Parenting.com}